Sometimes when I’m upset (I’m not upset now – I’m just saying) I forget how to be happy. It feels foreign to smile and I actually have no recollection of happy times. It's weird actually. At this point everything that has ever upset me (ok well the major times) comes rushing back and I feel upset at that too – even if it has nothing to do with why I’m upset in the first place. These major things are usually things that only bother me when I think about them (as in reflect on them) and time and time again I have told myself that I forgive the people that had upset me (during these major times). So does this mean that each time I forgive them, I actually don’t forgive them? Can anyone really forgive anyone?

When the Isreali/Arab conflicts were going on, I lost many famuily members.
I didn't know who was right, who was wrong. I just knew that humanity did not exist.
My good friend knew how upset I was about it, so he sent me this....which made me smile...
This is for people, who like me can't sleep at night, wondering what is going on , over there....

An ingenious example of speech and politics occurred recently in the United Nations Assembly and made the world community smile!!!!!

The Palestinian Representative's Speech at the UN

'Before beginning my talk I want to tell you something about Moses. When he struck the rock and it brought forth water, he thought, 'What a good opportunity to have a bath!'

Seeing the amusing side of conflict too....

The pope and the Sheikh

Several centuries ago, the Pope decreed that all the Muslims had to convert to Catholicism or leave Italy.

There was a huge outcry from the Muslim community, so the Pope offered a deal.

He'd have a religious debate with the leader of the Muslim community. If the Muslims won, they could stay in Italy; and if the Pope won, they'd have to convert or leave.

The Muslim people met and picked an aged and wise Sheikh to represent them in the debate.

However, as the Sheikh spoke no Italian, and the Pope spoke no Persian, they agreed that it would be a "silent" debate.

On the chosen day the Pope and Sheikh sat opposite each other.

The Pope raised his hand and showed three fingers.

Why i couldnt sleep yesterday:
I slept upside down.
I usually stare at the moon (ohh what a beautiful shiny thing) but yesternight was cloudy T.T
I had this MASSIVE nap until 8pm =/ (very wise i know, but hey ho! i had my reasons...)

One of Wudu's biggest dilemna (while fasting):
Not spitting on your arm.

When you're making Wudu you need an intention right? Then what if you're making wudu just to "hang out" in wudu, just because you're there and there's water so you're making wudu. What's your intention then?

This, in my thought process, leads to the 2 rakats after Wudu. Can you do it the other way round? Like, you have some spare time and feel like praying the two rakaats of Wudu, so you go make wudu?

I was disputing about what to write today, mainly because I found myself on here during the day today and was able to add all my replies and stuff earlier than normal (its like I want a routine – The Revival after Iftaar - but it doesn’t really want me- alas it’s rejection sigh – if you get what I mean).

So I was a no show yesterday, I apologise. It kinda ruined my plan of being consistent, I had a nice pattern going: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday .. (orrrr: Al-ithnaayn, Ath-thulaathaa, Al-arbiaa’, Al-khamees, Al-juma’, As sabt, Al-ahad, Al-ithnaayn, Ath-thulaathaa.. – in Arabic [may as well get a little practise in]).

Always brilliant with a range of desserts. Especially cake. And disastrous should you get it wrong!

Ingredients

• 2/3 tsps Vanilla Essence
• 250ml of Milk
• 250ml of Double Cream
• 4 Egg yolks
• 100g of Golden Caster sugar
• 1 tbsp of Cornflour.

Step 1: Place the milk and cream into a saucepan and heat. Add the vanilla essence and stir. Bring to a slow boil and then take off the heat.

Step 2: Whisk the egg yolks and caster sugar and the conflour (this is optional for thickness... i like thickness. That sounds wrong :/) until pale and thick.

FOR ALL THOSE YOUTHS - brothers, sons and friends you will always be remebered!!!

You won’t tell me how its been
How you’ve lived, what you’ve seen

But the walls speak of the pain
The street shows me your gain
Your “boys” don’t give a toss

Your cell number shows me your loss …..

But your eyes tell me your story
Your gang warfare and so called glory

A stab wound, a slash, right on his chest
Ya boys are buzzin
What will it be next ….

Your pockets getting heavy
Your egos getting bigger
You thinking your solid
Then somebody call you n****r

Your anger and pain get blown out of proportion
Plus your all high
Buying crack for extortion

You wanna kill him
Cuz you think you’re all fly
Shoot him to the ground

R.I.P all those brothers that have lost their lives